"In front of so many people, I'm giving you face!"
"If you dare to fight with me, you need to be taught a lesson!"
On the stage, both father and son were topless, and we were going back and forth, leaving no way for anyone to escape.
Yan Zhicheng has been training all year round and is a good player in boxing. It is completely sufficient to educate Yan Han.
Yan Han didn't sleep all day and night again, and his physical strength couldn't keep up. After a few rounds, he was completely beaten by Yan Zhencheng.
Yan Zhicheng was really rude, punching him in the face.
Bang!
The heaviest punch hit him so hard that Han Han retreated step by step. Finally, he was surrounded by a fence and fell to his knees on the ground.
Yan Zhicheng snorted and slowly approached, "Aren't you arrogant?"
Yan Han knelt down on one knee, sweating like raindrops, breathing heavily, but his eyes were still filled with dissatisfaction.
He raised his head slightly and said, "It's no use winning."
Yan Zhicheng frowned, "I don't even want to win anymore, your brain..."
He thought the boy's fighting spirit was damaged, and was about to educate him when there was movement not far away.
"Madam, you can't come in!"
"Go away!"
Yan Zhicheng: "..."
His face froze, his facial muscles trembled slightly, and he turned his head to look at Yan Han.
You brat, you dare to play dirty with him.
"Yan Zhicheng, you want to die! How dare you hit my son!"
Under the stage, An Xuyue rushed up with Song Xiang as if she was in a deserted place.
As soon as he came up, he gave Yan Zhicheng a head scratch!
There were mercenaries all around, and they all coughed lightly, and then just looked away as if they hadn't seen him.
"Severe cold!"
Song Xiang climbed up from the gap in the railing, quickly went over, and knelt down next to Yan Han.
"How are you?"
There were injuries all over his face, and the corners of his eyes, mouth, and cheekbones were all turning blue.
My own father could be so cruel.
Song Xiang gritted his teeth and looked up at Yan Zhicheng.
Yan Zhicheng snorted, feeling depressed inside.
He didn't make any deadly moves just now, the worst ones were all in the face, but now he's fine, it's all a brat's trick of pretending to be pitiful.
An Xuyue hit him and then ran to Yan Han's side.
"Son, do you feel any pain?"
She sniffed, obviously feeling very distressed, and turned to glare at Yan Zhicheng.
Yan Zhicheng grimaced, looking at the two women on the left and right of his son, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.
It just so happens that the son is kissable. At this time, he should deliberately hold the hand of the woman next to him, then raise his head and give him a provocative micro-expression.
Good, really good.
"Why are you staring at Xiao Yan!"
"It's useless to stare. Your mother has been dead for many years, and you don't have a wife. No one will feel sorry for you."
"Unless you pair up that White Lotus with the little stepmother your father married for you, maybe you can barely compare."
Yan Zhicheng: "..."
He lowered his head, quickly took off his boxing gloves, threw them aside heavily, and looked down at Yan Han condescendingly.
"If you lose, go to your mother?"
Yan Yanhan's Adam's apple twitched slightly, he raised Song Xiang's hand, pulled the corners of his lips to stimulate his father, "And she."
Veins popped up on Yan Zhicheng's forehead.
An Xuyue: "Get out of here quickly."
Yan Zhicheng glanced at her, couldn't help but walk forward, pulled her up, and then skillfully carried her on his shoulders, walked off the stage and left.
Song Xiang was shocked.
"Son! Help!"
Song Xiang glanced at Yan Han and felt that there was nothing he could do.
Yan Han received her look and lay flat, "I'm injured and can't meddle in other people's business."
Song Xiang: "..."
That's your mother.
However, she also felt that Yan Zhicheng was indulging An Xuyue and would not take any serious action against her.